Not a plastic star.

Spoonful Of Happiness by Alephunky

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If it's not broken, don't fix it.

Sometimes I truly wonder if anyone is listening to me.

Wither it's an elaborate story I'm unveiling or bitchy gossip about you, and you, and you.

Sometimes I just can't tell.

Sometimes I feel like I have to scream because no one can hear me.

I've been put on mute by the giant TV remote control of life.

"Hello? Hello!?"

1...2...3...We're sorry. Your call cannot be completed as dialed. The number has been disconnected. Please try your call again. 1...2...3...We're sorry. You call cannot be completed-"

Faces melt into each other and voices become morphed and modified.

I don't know. Thoughts go squish squish squish when your brain is tired.